"If the people I sent lose, I not only set off Jianyi, but also cut off one hand! If the people I sent won by chance, then how about Lord Sword Emperor also cut off one hand?"

Lan Feng's voice was loud and loud, and it was heard all over the audience, falling into people's ears, making the expression on their faces extremely surprised and exciting. They never thought that the tyrant who seemed to hesitate before and dared not agree to the bet would make such a crazy bet at this time. This was too incredible.

At this moment, there were discussions coming from the crowd.

"I'm going, no! The tyrant actually made such a bet at this time. Could it be that he was crazy?"

"The strength of Jianniang is unfathomable. According to estimates, he probably has the strength of the twelve gods. Only the tyrant's divine guards can fight with Luo Bingxun. Unfortunately, the priest Luo Bingxun is no longer there, so the tyrant and the others will definitely be defeated! What exactly does this tyrant think?"

"Hey, who knows? The tyrant is just a lunatic."

"You don't understand it now. The tyrant clearly wants to use this to get Lord Sword Emperor to withdraw his bet. This trick is very deep!"

"So that's the case. So will Lord Sword Emperor withdraw his bet?"

...

After hearing Lan Feng's answer, Sword Emperor Mihawk did not rush to answer, but fell into silence. He was thinking about why Lan Feng suddenly said such words.

Could it be that guy is forcing himself to withdraw his bet?

Sword Emperor Mihawk's eyes swept over the lineup of the tyrant Lan Feng, making his guess even more determined. After all, in his opinion, among the Divine Guard-level figures in the tyrant's camp, there was no one who could compete with the sword cynic at all. Even the King of Intelligence Yinying could not do it. After all, his weakness was in their hands, and he knew it clearly.

After pondering for a moment, Sword Emperor Mihawk landed his eyes on Jian Chi who was standing straight beside him and said in a deep voice: "Sword Man, how sure are you in this competition?"

"Sir Qibing, I am 100% sure about this competition!"

Hearing the words of the Sword Emperor Mihawk, Jian Chi bowed and said, he had enough confidence in his strength, and he was not afraid even if he faced the real twelve gods!

He has this strength and confidence!

Hearing this, Sword Emperor Mihawk took a deep breath and nodded gently. He was still very at ease with Jian Chi's strength, and Jian Chi's sword skills practiced were not ordinary people.

His eyes were fixed on Lan Feng, and a faint voice came from the mouth of the Sword Emperor Mihawk: "Tyrant, as you said, I will take this bet!"

"Swish!"

As the words of the Sword Emperor Mihawk fell, Jian Chi exerted force and jumped, like a big roc spreading its wings and flew, and his body landed steadily on the empty ice surface in front of Lan Feng and his team, looking extremely chic and elegant.

"Who dares to get out and die?"

Jian Chi's whole body was as powerful as a rainbow, and his eyes slowly swept over the camp behind him, and a sound of strong fighting spirit and provocation came from his mouth.

"This damn bastard is so arrogant. Let me teach him a lesson!"

Hearing Jian Chi's arrogant and provocative words, the fists of the many divine guards behind Lan Feng were clattering, and the poisonous master Miac and others took one step forward and said angrily.

"The sword fanatic has strength comparable to the divine level, you are not his opponent!"

Unfortunately, as soon as the drug genius Miac and others took action, they were stopped by Lan Feng waved his hand.

"Sir, let me go!"

Yin Ying, the King of Information, also spoke in a deep voice at this moment, holding her fists to fight!

"You have been staying at the bottom of the Black Sea to eat seafood all these years. Do you have the information about Jian Chi? You don't know his strength, but they are very clear about your weaknesses. Since Jian Chi dares to come out to fight, then you must be in his calculations! This person is not simple!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Feng couldn't help but smile and turned his head, and then fell on the intelligence king Yinying who was beside him, and slowly spoke.

Hearing Lan Feng's words, the King of Information Yinying smiled helplessly.

Everyone looked sad and silent!

The Sky-Shi Tian Trio and the Priest Luo Bingxun are not there, and they really don’t have the best candidate...

Lan Feng turned his head slowly and landed his eyes on the programmer whose fists were pinching, taking a deep breath, and a sound with a strong murderous intent came from his mouth: "Little monkey, go and let him be ruined for me!"

Among the Divine Guards such as Minak who are present, the only one who can fight against the sword fanatic is the programmer who has activated the bloodline of the Demon Ape.

"Don't worry, the little monkey will definitely be unfair!"

"Dong!"

Hearing Lan Feng's words, the programmer took a deep breath and nodded with a serious expression. Although he had been fighting against Heilong and Zhu Xiong these days, he had not yet fully controlled the bloodline of the demon ape in his body, but now he can only bite the bullet!

"Wait...let me go!"

However, just as the programmer's feet stepped out, Xi Ming, who was wearing a small suit and silent bomber, spoke in a deep voice at this moment.

"You go? Please, shemale, don't tease me, okay? You go, can you do it?"

Suddenly he was stopped, and the person who stopped him was his mortal enemy, the bomber, Ximing. The programmer couldn't help but quipped with an unhappy look on his face.

"I can't do it, can you do it? You can only control 60% of the power of the Demon Ape Bloodline. Do you think you can only exert 60% of the Demon Ape Bloodline against the Sword Crazy who has the strength of the Godly?"

The bomber Ximing looked at the programmer, and a cold voice came from his mouth.

"You, rats, who dares to get out and fight me?"

Seeing that no one came out to fight for a long time, Jian Chi, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but yell again: "Does your King's Palace be a group of unsourcing soft-boy waste?"

"Then you can do it?"

"No matter how bad I can't do it, I'm better than you, a monkey!"

...

However, no one paid attention to him at all. The programmer and the bomber Ximing were in a fierce quarrel!

"Sir, the programmer has not yet been able to fully utilize the power of the demon ape's bloodline, let me go!"

After arguing with the programmer, there was still no result. The bomber Ximing walked to Lan Feng with a step, clasped his fists and spoke in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Lan Feng couldn't help but fall into silence and frowned.

If the bomber Ximing enters that murderous and crazy state, he will indeed have the ability to fight against the Twelve Gods, but the variables are too great, and the programmer...

"grown ups!"

Seeing Lan Feng in silence, the bomber Xi Ming couldn't help but hold his fists again to ask for his orders!

"He is yours!"

After a moment, Lan Feng nodded gently, he stretched out his finger to point the sword crazy in the stand, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "Go, dissect him!"

"Did no one dare to fight for a group of unsuccessful waste? Are they all TMDs like soft-headed turtles?"

Seeing that he still no one paid attention to him, Jian Chi was so angry that he couldn't help but scold him.

Your uncle, I have been waiting for a long time. Do you dare to respond? I’m just giving me a happy word. Who can understand my feeling of standing here and waiting?

"What's the hurry? You're so fucked!"

However, just as Jian Chi's words came to mind, the bomber man Ximing, wearing a small suit and military boots, slowly walked out of the crowd with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I'll go... no, the tyrant actually sent a bomber to fight?"

"Haha... Bomb guys have some skills in studying bombs. As for fighting, haha..."

"Now the tyrants and the others are sure to lose. It seems that the tyrant has to cut off his own arm."

"This will be a battle without any suspense!"

...

Looking at the bomb man Ximing walking out of the crowd with cigarettes in his arms, the onlookers couldn't help but exclaim, and they were shocked. Obviously, they didn't expect that the tyrant would send bomb man Ximing to fight in the end.

A faint smile appeared on the faces of the Sword Emperor Mihawk and the Black Demon. They already felt that they were sure to win.

In people's impression, the bomber Ximing ranks more than 20 on the 108 Divine Guard List. At most, he only has the strength of a four-star Divine Guard, and this is overestimated...

Can the bomber, Ximing, who has only the strength of a four-star divine guard, be the opponent of the sword magician with divine level strength? Can it beat the sword magician?

Obviously it is impossible!

In people's eyes, the tyrant sent a bomber Ximing to die.

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